The snow color sweeps over the mountains, the undulating snowfield looks like wrinkled and flattened cotton, gently rippling under the clear blue sky. The winding road cuts through the pure white, like a墨线 embedded on snow paper, while the white poplar stubbornly burns with gold in the cold winter, opening up a warm and bright color. The wind sweeps past the branches, shaking off fragmented light and shadow, leaving only the pure white and the passionate yellow embracing each other. At this moment, the boundary of the season is shattered, leaving only the stunning strokes of nature.